"I can't understand..." Tricia shook her head, "I only know you're right in front of me."
Ji Minghuan said softly, "Tricia, come travel with me, no matter how much you complain, I'll patiently listen to you..."
"Sure, so where do you want to go?" she asked.
"Anywhere is fine, just..."
"Just?"
"Not Iceland."
...
...
September 8th, 20:30, Norway.
The seafood restaurant on the dock was bustling, brightly lit, with the aroma of grilled fish and potatoes wafting through the air. Outside the restaurant, someone had pulled up a chair, sitting at the entrance smoking and staring blankly at the undulating sea under the night sky.
Yet there was a white-haired boy with his head drooped, sitting quietly in front of the restaurant's bar.
Cezar stared blankly at the grilled fish on his plate.
Suddenly, he remembered that in the past, whenever he ate, a little Shark would always poke its head out of his pocket, yelling:
"Give Shark a bite, just one bite for Shark!"
